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ㅤ (Manuscript, 19th September.)
ㅤ IN THE HUSHED GLOW OF SUBURBAN
ㅤ TWILIGHT’S! Where Lamplight Sways
ㅤ Like Forbidden Dreams. / ✉️

White moths flutter 'round the porch, cooing secrets to the fragrant, blooming night. On that endless summer morning, love story bloomed eternal, bond woven through veiled glances, like the sisters' hidden rites under moon's pale light. May blessings drape you in velvet harmony, threads of fate as delicate as their lace-trimmed gowns, guarding pure souls from the world's sharp edges, in gardens where time hangs suspended, profound. 

ㅤ  Celebrate this sacred day, dear neighbors:
ㅤ  @Houndric.
ㅤ  With joy like harp strings plucked in cloudy
ㅤ  haze, happiness eternal, a melody of youth
ㅤ  forever young, in the sweet, suicidal grace.


ㅤ│ Homebound of Hearts,
ㅤ│ @LiesbonSisters.

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